Punish Me

The next day started off as a dreary, gloomy day. As I awoke from my twin-sized bed, I looked out the window to see that it was down pouring. I turned my gazes from the window to my watch as I realized I had only 15 minutes to get ready. Shit. Without much time to spare I quickly rummaged through my closet as I found a black hoodie and my favorite pair of ripped-skinny jeans. This would have to do for now. I then slipped on my choice of clothes and headed to the bathroom to finish up with my appearance. As I looked back at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was displeased to see that my hair was terribly messy and my eyes were shadowed with dark circles under them. I wasn’t really up to fixing my messy hair, so I went straight to applying a thin layer of eyeliner. After I finished with that, I ran back over to my bedroom to grab my school bag and raced down the stairs and out the door. As I stepped out into the freezing rain, I had immediately remembered that I had forgotten my umbrella. As I went back to go inside to get my umbrella, I had notice the door had locked on me. “Fuck.” I grumbled to myself as I eventually began to walk down the driveway and headed towards the school.

As I entered Belleville High, I was awfully drenched from head to toe. As I continued to shiver from the piercing cold air, I walked over to the door of my homeroom class to check my schedule. Every other day the schedule would change so all the students would have to go to their homeroom classes to find out what order the classes had been reformed for the day. As I read down the list to find my name, I was horrified to find that my eighth period class was going to be my first class today…And that meant that my first period would be Art, and after that encounter I had with Mr. Way the day before, I did not want to have to show up at all. If all of this was under different circumstances, I would have ditched, but since I had to pass senior year, I had no choice but to go.

As the first bell for first period rang, I had entered Mr. Way’s classroom to find that he had not shown up yet. I nervously sat down in my seat from yesterday as a few other kids had entered the classroom. I then began to play with the sleeves of my hoodie as our grumpy art teacher had finally walked in through the front door. He kept his head low as he was grumbling things under his breath and finally approached his messy desk. “Oh, uh good morning class.” He muttered bitterly. “Everyone get in your seats now, you are all wasting my time.” He complained. Wow he definitely was not a morning person.

Before Mr. Way could say anything else, a short, blonde girl in the back of the class wearing glasses, raised her hand.

“What?” Mr. Way hissed, burying his face into his hands.

“Um I just wanted to ask if I may go to the bathroom.” The young girl asked in a sweet voice.

His eyes began to darken as he shot his head up to face her. “You must be joking…Do you think I would actually let you interrupt my teaching to ask to go to the bathroom when you could have gone before class!?”

She froze at the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry Mr. Way but I-“

“Don’t say another word!” He yelled slamming his hands onto his desk. “I want you out of my classroom this instant!” The whole class looked back at him in fear.

“But Mr. Way-“She whined.

“I said out! Go down to the principal’s office so you can tell Mr. Flowers why you had to interrupt my class with your stupid questions.”

The girl then slowly got up from her seat as she walked back toward the classroom door and left crying. I gulped nervously. How could this man be so strict and cruel to his own students? I thought Mr. Travis was bad, but honestly Mr. Way is 100 times worse.

“Alright now that we have no other interruptions, I’m going to pass out your god-awful projects that you turned in yesterday. And let me say they were the worst pieces of art I have ever seen in my life. I’ve seen 6 year olds with better artistic skills than all you annoying, self-centered teenagers.”

I kept my gazes down at my hands in my lap as he began to pass around the artwork. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I was startled to see a tall shadow standing before me. “Here’s your work.” He muttered in an annoyed tone as I look up to face him.

“Thank you Mr. Way.” I mumbled, my voice shaky as I took the drawing from his hands.

“May I ask to why you are dripping wet in my classroom, Mr. Iero?” He said, crossing his arms waiting for an answer.

“Uh I-I”I gulped hard.

“Well?” He spoke in a more frustrated tone.

“Uh well I didn’t have an umbrella and it was raining and-“

“I see…”He mumbled softly as he looked me over for a while and walked back over to his empty desk.

As I look back down at my shitty drawing, I turned over the paper to see my grading. My eyes widened as I noticed a huge F circled on the back of the sheet of paper. He couldn’t have given me an F! Just yesterday he told me he liked my drawing. Was this man bi-polar or something? Well he did slap my ass when he said that so it was probably just an excuse to use a move on me. My cheeks immediately grew red with anger as I had wanted to march up to his desk and smack him straight in the face. There is no way I’m going to accept an F if I need to pass this goddamn class!

As the bell finally rang for the end of the period, I quickly packed up my stuff and did what I knew I needed to do. I stomped up all the way to that asshole’s desk to confront him.

“Mr. Way I’d like to speak to you.” I spoke as firmly as possible. He kept his head down as he was going through students’ papers.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, not giving me his full attention.

“I want you to change my grade.” I mumbled softly afraid of what he would respond with.

“And why would you expect me to do that?” He asked bitterly.

“Well you told me yesterday that you liked it…”

“I say a lot of things kid.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Oh right, so do you usually say stuff like that to people before you sexually harass them?” I replied in a sarcastic tone.

That got his attention. He immediately looked up to face me as there was not a single sign of expression in his young face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered sternly.

“Oh so now you’re just gonna pretend that you didn’t slap my ass the other day?”

He chuckled lightly. “You make that sound as if you didn’t like it.”

My eyes widened at his comment. “Why in the world would you think I’d be into that?!”

He gave me a sly smirk. “I’ve heard a lot about you Frankie…and I know that you are into many things, including giving your teachers hell.”

I stood there completely silent.

“Well I’m not like your other teachers…and I’m going to have a hell lot of fun with you this year…” He whispered seductively.

The sound of his whispers sent shivers down my back. He then reached for my arm as I remained completely in fear and frozen.

“Why are you touching me?” I whimpered nervously.

“You look cold Frankie…take off your damp hoodie.”

I immediately shook my head. “No.”

“And why not? It’s soaking wet! You’re dripping all over my classroom floor.”

I bit hard on my lip. “B-because I’m not wearing anything under this…”

He shrugged. “Then take it off. I have an extra sweatshirt in the back that you can borrow instead.”

“It’s fine I-I-“

“Just take it Frank, you are shaking like crazy and it’s annoying me.”

“A-Alright.” I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what he was telling me to do.

He then tossed me the sweatshirt as I quickly pulled off my damp hoodie, leaving me shirtless in front of my art teacher.

“Nice tattoos…” He chuckled, gazing over my shivering chest.

“T-Thanks.” I replied as I threw on the warm, dry sweatshirt. Once it was fully on my small torso, I had realized that the sleeves went way passed my hands.

“Mr. Way, It’s too big for me.” I said, frowning.

“You look fine, Frank. Now get out so you’re not late to your next class. Your presence is annoying me.”

I looked at him puzzled. At one moment he’ll be somewhat nice and the other he will be a complete douchebag. Maybe he was actually bipolar. But that was none of my business. “Bye Mr. Way.” I spoke shakily. He looked back down at his paperwork as he didn’t give me a reply. Alright then…I then quickly walked back out of the classroom to head over to my next class as I was just relieved that I didn’t have to see that horrible excuse for a teacher till the next day.

Notes

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